Fear began welling up in Dustin’s chest. There was only one thing Troy could be talking about, and she knew exactly what it was.
“Shape.”
Dustin saw the fur on the bull outside change from light brown to dark black. She saw it put on a few hundred pounds and it grew into a new breed.
She felt a strange feeling of warmth and fullness in the back of her stomach. She felt fluid moving down her vagina. She felt a viscous substance begin to leak out of her and she heard a faint dripping as tiny beads of bull cum splashed on the floor below her.
Memories flooded into her mind. Just like with Clint the dog, Clint the bull had climbed on her back. His hoofs had pressed against her chest. His weight had pressed down on her legs before his cock had pressed into her cunt.
She was so hot as he rocked back and forth. She was so needy as he pumped into her backside. She could feel her muscley cow vagina gripping his cock. She could feel her thighs pressing together, pressing the two of them together. Squishing her own sensitive walls against his pulsating member.
Then he shoved her forward and heat erupted inside of her. She bellowed as she enjoyed every moment of it, as she wished for more, as she watched Troy watch her. As he laughed. As he laughed at her. The cow that she had been moments ago when that memory formed didn’t understand why he was laughing, but Dustin did.
Dustin could feel the cum running down her backside. She could feel her cunt still slightly agape – still stretched open by the bull’s cock. She pulled her muscles together and felt a slight wet slap as her cunt sucked in on itself and she snapped back to reality.
Dustin looked over at Troy, the humiliation evident in her eyes. And Troy laughed. He laughed like he had laughed at Dustin the bitch. He laughed like he laughed at Dustin the cow. He laughed knowing that he had complete control over Dustin’s life, and there was nothing she could do about it.